Dahlias
Dozen dancing dahlias along the meadow
I can see them swaying all day from my window
And in the sacred absent night sky when they sleep
Nature's children still remain together like soundless sheeps
Alluring the eye with their colorful petals
Letting loose of each curved petal as it settles
In time more dahlias will sprout and make a bud
Mesmerizing others while staying in the mud
And as the sun smiles, the dahlias begin to glow
Rejuvenating all that is yet to grow